It was just another graduation, and once again, I found myself in tears. Happy tears, of course, but tears nonetheless. Our family knew and had grown to love most of the 18 young adults standing on the stage in their royal blue caps and gowns. As our family watched their families wrap up their years of home education, I reminisced about how far they’d come: I’d seen them blossom and grow, get in and out of trouble, perform on stage, compete at Field Day, get dressed to the nines at the Sp...
